It won’t surprise you that the middle of winter is cold. I don’t know why it surprises any of us, as it happens every single year, around the same time but we always seem so shocked when it eventually hits. We get out the thick jackets and thermals, wind scarves around our necks and slip on those cozy boots. And moan, did I mention the moaning?
But the trees and blossoms seem to think that it’s spring already (I suspect it was the pre-Christmas heatwave we were having).
Alls I know is that we’ve come back to London & hit the ground running. That’s the best way to combat those blues I reckon – food and drink with good people.
Oh, and a light display that captured the cold hearts of Londoners… well played Lumiere team, well played.
How are you planning to combat the weather this weekend?